The door shut.
I wretched in pain…then instinctively gulped down the pill.
I raced to the closet that Sark had pointed out and tried to open the door. Padlocked.
I cursed and removed the lock picking device out of the heel of my shoe and went to work on the lock.
It took me a few minutes to pry the padlock off the door and when I opened the door I found nothing more than a large suitcase and when I cried out "Vaughn?" I heard a mumbled grunt.
Another lock was set on the suitcase and I was faced with a three digit code. I didn't have supplies to quickly open a biometric lock so I set to work the old way:
Picking the keys off and frying the device.
I tore at the cheap but durable fabric and clawed at the zipper. After breaking 6 nails I finally made a dent in my attempt to rescue him. As I unzipped the entire suitcase I found him bound and gagged.
I fought back a wave of tears and grief and went to work on his gag. Finally he was free of that torture and he hoarsely cried "Don't do it" I ignored him at first and continued to free him…
"Don't Do it" he repeated a little louder, and as his left hand slid from the ties and grasped my arm. "I have to" I muttered as my eyes once again filled with tears. I nodded my head in silent agreement and got up out of the closet and sat on the couch. Vaughn slowly followed me.
"We have to get you out of here" I said frantically as I noticed the egg timer displaying only minutes left. "They are out there, Syd. You know that…"
"No." I quickly responded as I brushed a strand of hair from my eyes. "We can surprise Sark. You can go back in the closet…you can hide….he won't expect an attack…" it was a feeble attempt at a plan that even I couldn't fathom.
"They are listening…" he responded. "They always are…" I mumbled. A slow rhythmic sound became evident as I slowly realized that it was over. In mere seconds Sark or one of his counterparts would return and most likely torture Vaughn or kill him right on the spot no matter what I said. Sark would proceed to force me to get him information and mostly I would inadvertently reveal my father and myself to SD-6…Francie and Will…their safety would be compromised. My father…my friends…myself…we'd be gone. Maybe Sark would take pity on me and force me to work for him until I was washed up…
I began to convulse as the seconds dwindled. I could feel the fear boiling in my blood. Vaughn just sat there. I didn't want to know what he was thinking because It would either be sheer anger at my inability to keep those close to me safe, or the worst of the two…he'd be blaming himself…
I heard three poignant beeps and I found my hands digging into the couch as I could almost see the door knob turning. If only there was a way to escape…if not for me for Vaughn…
There were no windows, no alternate doors, no weapons…nothing… I noticed my purse parched on the small coffee table and a small smile came over my face as I grasped it firmly in my hands. "I have a plan" I said as my eyes sparked a fire that I didn't think still existed.
Vaughn looked skeptical. He looked as though I just declared that I was the Queen of Spain and the Goodness of Rain. He shifted uncomfortably and I offered an whispered explanation. "I have a gun… I can't believe I forgot…All along…it was there…" I said as I started to come to the realization that I was going to be fine. Everything was going to work out…
"Is it loaded…?" he flatly questioned. I awkwardly laughed… "If it wasn't would I be this secure…" I responded searching his eyes for something other than his vacant stare. As I pulled the gun out of my purse, he grasped it. I pulled away at first… but he coldly stated "let me"
I offered him the gun and Sark walked in … "an hour is up…" he said and halted his statement as I grinned because I knew it was indeed over…for Sark.
But Sark didn't look scared…he didn't look as I would have pictured him…instead he too grinned and I gulped as Vaughn cocked the gun and pointed it…at me.
Tbc.
I wretched in pain…then instinctively gulped down the pill.
I raced to the closet that Sark had pointed out and tried to open the door. Padlocked.
I cursed and removed the lock picking device out of the heel of my shoe and went to work on the lock.
It took me a few minutes to pry the padlock off the door and when I opened the door I found nothing more than a large suitcase and when I cried out "Vaughn?" I heard a mumbled grunt.
Another lock was set on the suitcase and I was faced with a three digit code. I didn't have supplies to quickly open a biometric lock so I set to work the old way:
Picking the keys off and frying the device.
I tore at the cheap but durable fabric and clawed at the zipper. After breaking 6 nails I finally made a dent in my attempt to rescue him. As I unzipped the entire suitcase I found him bound and gagged.
I fought back a wave of tears and grief and went to work on his gag. Finally he was free of that torture and he hoarsely cried "Don't do it" I ignored him at first and continued to free him…
"Don't Do it" he repeated a little louder, and as his left hand slid from the ties and grasped my arm. "I have to" I muttered as my eyes once again filled with tears. I nodded my head in silent agreement and got up out of the closet and sat on the couch. Vaughn slowly followed me.
"We have to get you out of here" I said frantically as I noticed the egg timer displaying only minutes left. "They are out there, Syd. You know that…"
"No." I quickly responded as I brushed a strand of hair from my eyes. "We can surprise Sark. You can go back in the closet…you can hide….he won't expect an attack…" it was a feeble attempt at a plan that even I couldn't fathom.
"They are listening…" he responded. "They always are…" I mumbled. A slow rhythmic sound became evident as I slowly realized that it was over. In mere seconds Sark or one of his counterparts would return and most likely torture Vaughn or kill him right on the spot no matter what I said. Sark would proceed to force me to get him information and mostly I would inadvertently reveal my father and myself to SD-6…Francie and Will…their safety would be compromised. My father…my friends…myself…we'd be gone. Maybe Sark would take pity on me and force me to work for him until I was washed up…
I began to convulse as the seconds dwindled. I could feel the fear boiling in my blood. Vaughn just sat there. I didn't want to know what he was thinking because It would either be sheer anger at my inability to keep those close to me safe, or the worst of the two…he'd be blaming himself…
I heard three poignant beeps and I found my hands digging into the couch as I could almost see the door knob turning. If only there was a way to escape…if not for me for Vaughn…
There were no windows, no alternate doors, no weapons…nothing… I noticed my purse parched on the small coffee table and a small smile came over my face as I grasped it firmly in my hands. "I have a plan" I said as my eyes sparked a fire that I didn't think still existed.
Vaughn looked skeptical. He looked as though I just declared that I was the Queen of Spain and the Goodness of Rain. He shifted uncomfortably and I offered an whispered explanation. "I have a gun… I can't believe I forgot…All along…it was there…" I said as I started to come to the realization that I was going to be fine. Everything was going to work out…
"Is it loaded…?" he flatly questioned. I awkwardly laughed… "If it wasn't would I be this secure…" I responded searching his eyes for something other than his vacant stare. As I pulled the gun out of my purse, he grasped it. I pulled away at first… but he coldly stated "let me"
I offered him the gun and Sark walked in … "an hour is up…" he said and halted his statement as I grinned because I knew it was indeed over…for Sark.
But Sark didn't look scared…he didn't look as I would have pictured him…instead he too grinned and I gulped as Vaughn cocked the gun and pointed it…at me.
Tbc.